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Saturday, 14 March 2015

I watched the Pablo Escobar series the other night in my hotel room, it was about the only DVD on offer to watch, in Spanish. Not just Spanish, a type of Spanish with all the words stuck together, set in Columbia, Argentinian Spanish.

Boom, are you with me?

The start of each episode of Pablo Escobar started off with a notice about how history is always repeating itself, too true, one bad guy in favour, falls out of favour, they get rid of him, the next guy comes along...

To cut a long story short, he was a member of Parliament

Some interesting tidbits:

As a teenager on the streets of Medellín, he began his criminal career by allegedly stealing gravestones and sanding them down for resale to smugglers.

In 1982 Escobar was elected as an alternate member of the Chamber of Representatives of Colombia as part of the Colombian Liberal Party.[12] He was the official representative of the Colombian government in the swearing in of Felipe González in Spain.

Pablo Escobar said that the essence of the cocaine business was "Simple—you bribe someone here, you bribe someone there, and you pay a friendly banker to help you bring the money back.

Escobar was responsible for the construction of many hospitals, schools and churches in western Colombia, which gained him popularity inside the local Roman Catholic Church. He worked hard to cultivate his Robin Hood image, and frequently distributed money to the poor through housing projects and other civic activities, which gained him notable popularity among the poor.

The population of Medellín often helped Escobar serving as lookouts, hiding information from the authorities, or doing whatever else they could to protect him.

A history lesson

Basically, he was too powerful, the he bribed too many people and killed the rest, he had to go, and he went, and while the US and Colombian governments were looking for him, the Cali cartel got bigger and bigger and in the end, the Cali cartel had to go, but people loved Pablo, but he went off to meet the next guy

What Jesus would look like if he was black

Next up, Jesus

He got too big, and he never had a job either, people loved him, about two thousand years later, so there is always time for everybody .

Jesus had to go, he went!!

Next up, Che

Wrong place, wrong time?

The Bolivian government wanted Che dead ASAP, one of the arresting soldiers wanted to interrogate him, apparently word came from America, that he posed the biggest threat to the USA.

The Laundry where they cut off Ches hands

After Che died, his wounds were apparently like Jesus, so the people here started worshiping him, Santa Ernesto Guevara, too bad he didn't rise up on the third day? Not that it would have been any good, since they cut off his hands

He didn't have the support of the people, he went.

A laundry like no other...

Would you trust this guy with your daughter?

Before September 11, Eminem was the biggest threat to America, since polio. then when they were trying to seem cool to the kids in the far ea st, Eminem became a handy tool, so they used him to terrorise the parents of these kids that like him all over Iraq

Public enemy number one, becomes the Pied Piper, he´s still here, i like him!!

Me so hooneey

In Thailand, there is a famous red light district called Patbong, they tried to shut it down a few years ago, the guy that owns the area said he paid off cops, judged, politicians, i will name names, he spent millions in bribes, he could bring down the government.

That was the end of trying to shut him down, he´s still in business, no flies on him, the place is still going full swing!!

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